Title: The Last Call
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 1, 2019
I’m no angel, and he’s definitely no saint. We’ve crossed paths on the way to hell, and now he thinks we’re going to enjoy the rest of the ride together...
I said no. He said yes.
I turned him down. He kicked in my door.
He told me to stay. I ran as far as I could.
I hate him. He adores me.
I’m crazy. He’s worse.
I want to leave. He won’t let me go.
I’m a bitch. He loves me anyway.
He’s a killer. I don’t really care.
He says I’m strong, beautiful, talented. I say he’s lying.
He’s doing everything he can to make me believe it. I’m doing everything I can to resist him.
He fights and f*cks as hard as I do, and now...I think I might like him too.
I beat on the door for the fourth time. Irritation burning in me as much as the side of my fist from her ignoring me. So fucking much I have to teach her, starting first with never keep me waiting when I want her.
I slam the surface again. I know she's home, and I know she's alone. Under surveillance since Kenneth traced her credit card from her bar tab. Second lesson to learn is not to use her real name when she’s doing something illegal. My woman’s smart but not slick.
Her thick necked bodyguard escorted her to her apartment around one a.m. before departing about fifteen minutes later. No one coming or going since. Including her.
Fuck this. I don't have time to jack around anymore with this angel. The heel of my foot drives through the thick wood, splintering with a jagged crack as I kick in the damn door. My guys can come back later and fix the damage.
A black Glock greets me when I step inside. Fuck she's magnificent. All intense and earnest in her stance and expression. Gorgeous too. No make-up and a black silk robe wrapped tight around her small body. More fragile than before without her heels boosting her height and her confidence. She’s tiny and scared. Even though she pretends not to be.
"Get the fuck out of my house, and I won't blow your head off."
Totally adorable. "Okay baby, put the gun down before you hurt yourself."
"It's not me getting hurt that you should be worried about."
I'm so fucking hard I have to lean forward to relieve some of the pressure of my cock straining against my boxer briefs. Fucking this fireball is going to be amazing. Her gaze and the tip of the barrel follow my hand to my crotch.
"I'll blow that head off too if you're not careful."
Damn. I’m going to fucking come in my pants if she doesn’t stop being so fucking glorious.
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.
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